He crushed out his cardamine joint, threw away his hat and took off his coat in an overly dramatized way. Rushing to the side of the girl who's nibbling on the sandwich, and jumping on to the stool.
"It's been damned too long searching after your pretty ass to burn it..." he winks with the scarred eye, his gray eyes remain cold as he smirks. "Funny, I am after it for another reason now." he caught her glass from her hand, and took a sip from it.
"Mr. Cool... My friends call me Zero of the Guild. Though none called me that just yet," he said offering his hand. On the shoulder pad of his uniform, it could easily be seen, the logo of the Bounty Hunters Guild.
She looked at the scarred man at her side from up to down. She grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels then nodded to Tim to set up another glass at her front, which Tim, as the sporting bartender, did in the most speedy of fashions, while she kept eating and looking at 'Zero'.
She dropped some of her whisky down into the glass and talked after gulping the last bit of the sandwich. "Hello there, B'unter. Fancy a drink? Oh wait."
Her smirk was evident as she drowned the taste of the sandwich with her favorite Jack.
"So..."
Silver grabbed a cretan cigar and lit it up.
"What do you want? And who's payin' for me?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
His hand remained empty, though it didn't bother Zero as he's used to it. With his smirk turning to a grin he gulped down the whiskey in the glass without taking his eyes off her.
"What do I want?" he raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'is that even a question?'"It should be obvious already..." he started to fill his glass again from Silver's Jack, with his grin becoming wider.
"What... Do I have to pay for it?" he furrowed his brow a bit in thought, "I don't expect it to be very cheap... but... uh... we could negotiate."
.A young kusari woman walks in, still wearing her flight suit. She slumps down on a bar stool and glances around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. She motions for the bartender. ."A drink. Anything." she looks over at a man and a woman sitting next to her. The woman seemed amused by something.
.As the bartender hands her her drink she downs it. ."Another one." She was in a bad mood. She hadn't managed to get payed today, even after expanding her hunting grounds. She barely had enough to fuel her ship. She unzips her flight suit slightly at the neck, letting some air in. The bartender hands her the second drink and she plays with the ice cubes as she starts trying to listen in on conversations. Maybe a trader will let slip his planned route.
As she felt refreshed again after finishing the scotch and the glass of water, the girl got up and transferred the credits left to pay onto the responsible account. Leaving the bar shortly after, she was somewhat relieved that odd man didn't start to speak to her as well. With her ship ready she started off into space, returning to Liberty once more.
Zero ignored the reply Silver gave him, and just concentrated on her chuckles. Easily making up her beautiful features inside the smoke, the way she acted was irresistible.
"I knew this would put you in the mood... the Whore Queen of Mercs..." he winked again, laughing heartily.
He raised his index finger, "Will another bottle of Daniel's allow me into your heart?" with his finger picking up a little piece of sandwich that was left around her lips. He ceremonially licked his finger.
"Been a while... missed seeing you in the battlefields... I enjoyed chasing that ass, and getting my ass shot in the process... Aw... those days... When shooting stuff meant money..."
"Every little girl has a beating heart hidden around here somewhere..." Zero started, pointing to her chest; sipping from his whiskey slowly every now and then. Even though people kept coming and going around him in the bar, his eyes didn't see anything but the naughtily smiling eyes of the little girl before him.
"Sometimes a bit of love... sometimes money and luxury... sometimes it will beat for thrill, the excitement of a fast life... a sparkly name dirtied with blood of thousands... following in the footsteps of death..." he winks. "Looky me being a romantic now..." he sighed as he shook his head.
Gladly accepting a cigar, he closed his face in towards hers to light it from her cig, puffing some smoke away from them afterwards.
"You are right..." he said when she started to talk about the Liberty... "I can't even find the motivation to go on a decent hunting run, now... Though I don't need any cash, as I earned decently from the contracts before... it feels hollow to chase after targets, knowing that my services are not being recognized properly..." he laughed, "It's wrong to shoot down a poor rogue for a beer or two..."
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